My I Stories- Joyce-1

Upon this, I stand with my gratitude in hand and a blessed gain Upon this rock, I will build my house my life my self-worth only God knows my plans for generations to see where even clouds do not move me Except to prepare for the rain I boldly had to walk on into this scene but I knew that the gates of hell can not prevail in the city square or anywhere a To the mountain tops valley low roads did show my footprints where rock stood standing glowing in the marketplace it did show the results around the corner right into my foes door and I was center stage I could not compete My foes are many weighty monsters My tears flowed but they were picked up and put in a bottle A bottle full of pain and tears A still small voice I heard from afar distance above the greatest stars above the heavenly worlds above the clouds but very near to my heart packaged in sweet love a song. Let Jesus fix it for you He knows just what to do And whenever you pray let him have his way and he will fix it for you That is when I realized I had nothing to fear but fear itself the door opened with a fixed smile on my face, I stepped out into the sunshine! to a new day The weather was clear no dark clouds all was fixed for me down by the latter rains.